My Africa
It is not the corners but the color
It is not the duties but the beauty
The black buttons sound better
Ts the cry of my Africa
Oh beyond the mountains and the valleys
The Lilllie's of the jungle blossom
How i love the songs of the sparrow
The endless melodies of the hour
It is the roar of the lion
The reigning of a king all over
Simbaaaaaaaaa Simbaaaaaaaaaa
Ts not in terror but the favor
Only one king rule to whenever
Ts the sound of my Africa
poem by MaryVivien Namata
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